Or, engaging in silly activities, he's tops on our list.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The voucher we received can only be redeemed at Babies R Us for a crib purchase, oh and we can't redeem it online. The first trip to Omaha and Babies R Us, the ONLY convertible crib (like we had before) that was priced under the voucher amount was out of stock and could not be ordered. So we waited another month and then took another trip to Omaha and Babies R Us, a new convertible crib was there that would work (it was white instead of cherry color, but good enough compromise). Of course, it wasn't in stock, but they could order it this time and let me know it would be there in 7-14days.
We waited two weeks and did not hear anything, so we called them. Oh yes, it's in and ready to be picked up. So another trip to Omaha and the crib is picked up. We wait another day for Grandma & Grandpa to bring it back to Lincoln in their truck. We then disassemble the borrowed crib, haul in the giant crib box and open it. Oops, wrong crib! It's not the same color, style OR brand. This is really starting to be fun. So, back to Omaha the wrong crib goes. We reassemble the borrowed crib and now we get to wait another two weeks for them to order the crib we wanted again. We'll then have to coordinate another trip to pick the crib up again and get Grandma & Grandpa's hauling capabilities to Lincoln.
Really?! I estimated some of the frustration involved, but apparently not to the fullest extent. So, thank you, Jardine, for your inferior crib quality and thank you, Babies R Us, for the extra trouble.
Monday, January 26, 2009
She loves all the Max & Ruby books by Rosemary Wells as well. We have checked them out from our local library on many occasions. And she has been singing a song she heard on the show all week:
Brown Sugar, Applesauce. Apple Pie is Fun to Make!
Of course, her two year old mind can remember more of the lyrics than I can even remember to post while she is asleep... oh well, just have her sing it to you when you see her. She may pull the shy act and you'll get nothing, but you may have a chance.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
He teased me with a toy, by holding it in front of his face and pulling it away. He maintained eye contact to see MY reaction to his comedic act, instead of the other way around. He's pushing cars on the floor instead of just flipping them over to spin each wheel. He listens to commands and understands them. He's starting to babble quick, loud sentiments. He mimics actions and loves to dance and bounce. He's so close to walking, it will be any day/hour/minute now that I won't be able to stop him. The changes will keep coming and I can't believe I will no longer refer to him as the baby.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
On another side note, Krista has had no more nightmares to report, but she is still scared of the moon.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Krista's imagination somehow thought baby needed a chip clip pinched on his head. I'm not sure how that works into her play family's story. All she kept saying was, "What happened to baby?" Well, that's an easy one... YOU!
And as her imagination grows, we encounter new problems to deal with... for instance, last night Krista had her first "real" nightmare (not just a book or toy poking her in the night). As she clung on to me with her thin, monkey arms, she just kept saying, "The moon is coming to get me!" The sheer terror in her voice made me want to weep. After some consoling, a potty trip, a Papa talk, re-tucking in, a song, and leaving the door ajar, she was able to go back to sleep. Not wanting to set hard to break habits, it took all my willpower not to invite her to our bed and it apparently took all Josh's willpower not to lay in there with her last night. But she did go back to sleep and she seems fine this morning after sleeping in a bit longer than normal.
I'm sure with such an active imagination, we'll have our fair share of nightmare nights with Krista. It may be time for a night light, I'll keep you posted.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
He had two, very long, scraggly, old-man eye brow hairs. Josh loved these brows and professed them to be "distinguished." They were all I could focus on anymore, not even his clear blue eyes could capture my interest with those brows staring at me. The future picture of us as grandparents was a vision of me standing next to my old husband, whose white, scraggly eye brows covered his eyelids.
I convinced him that it would be better if they were gone. He protested as if I were Delilah cutting his strength off. But, I persisted and am now content to look into his eyes and not worry that the creatures in his eye brows were going to attack.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
T: Do you remember who walked on the water?
T: That's right, and do you know who walked on the water with Jesus?
K: I don't know.
T: Peter did. Peter walked on the water, but he got scared and Jesus saved him.
T: Yep, Peter.
K: Peter... the pumpkin eater!